The Wistful Incense

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The air in the archive smelled of dust and dying paper. It was a dry, brittle scent. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the room. She was the only one there. The fluorescent lights hummed above her. A low, electric drone. It vibrated in her teeth. She held a box in her hands. It was small. Cardboard. The label read: Series 4, Subsection 12. The files of the late Dr. Aris Thorne. Margaret...

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